Best
He thought he was the best North, South, East and West.
Full of finesse, very well dressed, with self too impressed.
With the ladies he was obsessed, no feelings would he express while trying to undress for they were just a conquest.
He kept trying to press, they started to protest, he became a pest who they started to detest.
So he looked in the mirror and saw a complete mess and from the heart he confessed.
Lord I'm a real mess, I couldn't have cared less now I'm in distress and very hard-pressed, I need your forgiveness.
He can now stick out his chest, he's making great progress cause he has passed life's sink or swim test and he know he's truly Blessed for it has Manifest.
Now can you pass your Test.
Copyright © Milton Robertson | Year Posted 2017
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